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Mar 2019
Moonshine
Burnt tongues
Bile
Such a thirst

Too bright
I look up
Eyes burn
Too dark

Midnights
Goosebumps
When did I get here?
How?

Cold drink
I see you
Silhouetted
In the moonshine

I take another sip
We’ve all been drunk, we know that feeling haha
Written by
Ray Dunn  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
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